I'm breathing hard as I hide behind a building corner. I look down at my frumpy gown and gray granny shoes, hoping I come across as a little old lady. I pull my worn shall tighter around me as I peek around the corner. My face is dirty with a fake larger nose.
Smells like play-doh, oddly enough.
"Dolly," I whisper, feeling like I stick out like some lousy theater prop, "Are you sure I look old, and it's not over-kill, right?"
"Your t**s look like long taffy. Curious how Pierce pulled that off."
I frown. "Hmm, they do look long and saggy."
"You better feel them just in case Pierce didn't change them for real."
I grab my breast then let an exhale out. "Girls are safe. No taffy boobies."
"Good, because we need money tonight, not rotten fruit. We need boners—not shriveled raisins." She
